A new year’s edge
Where from start to finish
A road winds down
Through these old
Ozark hills
A road unseen
Until winter
Settles in . . .
And lays bare
The way
If only I go
Down the road
Down the Road
A new year’s edge
Where from start to finish
A road winds down
Through these old
Ozark hills
A road unseen
Until winter
Settles in . . .
And lays bare
The way
If only I go
Down the road
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Down the Road via jrobertswi. One of the things that I genuinely enjoy about winter is the way it reveals parts of a landscape that are otherwise hidden away. It’s like hearing a secret that no one else knows.
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A new year’s edge Where from start to finish A road winds down Through these old Ozark hills A road unseen Until …
[…] Down the Road via jrobertswi. One of the things that I genuinely enjoy about winter is the way it reveals parts of a landscape that are otherwise hidden away. It’s like hearing a secret that no one else knows. […]
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